I couldn’t see through my tears anymore and felt close to passing out.“Get up, both of you.” Daddy commanded, “Brandon, help Kylie to bend ove... the table.” Daddy pointed to the dining room table. Brandon lifted me up from underneath my arms and walked me over to the table with great care, and even though I hated him I loved the feeling of his arms wrapped around me, and the cool softness of his shirt against my hot tear streaked face. He gently laid me over it, my shaky legs standing my body. .. No matter what i say, the hand at my pussy is wet with my nectar, and it has begun to remove my last barrier. I feel someone else take hold of my panties and pull them off my legs. The guy rubbing me gets between my legs and pushes them apart. I have no will and just let him split me so he can get access to my soaking wet pussy. I feel a hand grab each of my ankles and what seemed like a loop of cloth wrapped around it. My ankles are let go and the loops around my ankles are pulled down. "Do you want to touch me?" I ask. I can see that he almost breaks. "I want you to touch me here." My hands roll around my perky breasts and pinch my nipples rolling them through my fingers. Ecstasy runs in my veins as I descend my hands down my abdomen to my blood engorged clit. "And here," I moan out loudly as I pleasure myself. I love having him watch me and want me. It turns me on as much as it turns him on. I rub my clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I could feel my pussy. “Speak up c***d, I can’thear you!” says Miss Edwards. “The Pearl” Amy says in a barelyaudible voice. “Ah, a Victorian Classic! At least you have goodtaste. However, don’t you think you’re a little young to bereading such books?” “Yes mam.” Amy replies. “And, self a***e isnot be tolerated in this school. Do you understand?” “Yes mam”Amy again says keeping her eyes downcast. “Just.